SHAME OF A NATION

I. We chased the eagles Out of their homes, converged There to our folly horn… Shame of a nation Dropping like waterfall In a shameless show off As though not enough Strives, strikes and strikes Thrives, leaving lies to lie Before our eyes, while in Pretence we fail to realise...

Continue reading

NIGERIA-IN-DEPENDENCE

Nigeria. Nigeria. Malaria. Pneumonia Boko. Haram. Jona. Athan Nigeria. Nigeria. Thieves in Power ‘Herein is a Country!’ Proclaimed Lugard Nurtured. Able-bodied. Now mature Yet. Abroad. Her offspring seek manure They hop on planes, even hide beneath them All, in search of the greener pasture Northern. Haram. Southern. Militants Central. Theft....

Continue reading

CORRUPTION IN MY HOUSE

Corruption, please move out. I don’t live with monsters. Bad governance, your brother, ask him of me. I wasn’t kind when I kicked him out. Don’t tell me to go for foreign conferences To discuss home problems – Wastage of tax payers’ sweat! I won’t heed your advice. And make...

Continue reading

RAINS

The clouds are too busyweeping to see that we aresoaked to our ragged pantsand our genitals have retractedinto their shells, like irked snails.Whose lips shall then mouth the needed protest, being already busy with mournful mumblings? Of which shall I tell you,now that you bother to inquireabout these endless rains;...

Continue reading

THOSE DAYS!

Those days when there was beautiful sunshine Dense fields, animals running across We all played, no separating line And picked the little *ross! Those days when there was rain Drums and melodies played We felt pure joy no pain; Through day and night it stayed!

Continue reading

TO WHOM SHOULD WE TURN

Spills of gunshots and flows of blood Were all we heard and all we saw Of brothers, now dead and gone Groan we, wail we, in gruff voices Their ears though flow above the watery noise Our votes, the seed, their baskets hold And yet they harvest in our stead...

Continue reading

RAINBOWS IN THE SHADES

Can you predict in which form the cloud will appear? No, my dear. Though the sun will always rise, Can you predict those that’ll bring tears to your eyes? No, I surmise. I can predict that man will fall, And fall, Will he rise after it all? Once more will...

Continue reading

THE CRESCENT AND THE CROSS

In this dark corner, I bend and brood On the desolation unleashed upon my land Such tremulous monody I’m wont to sing Concerning the crescent and the cross Two strange visitors outstripping the host And we like the proverbial mourner, Crying far more than the bereaved Divided, we keep widening...

Continue reading